Ground Zero

I went to see Ground Zero in New York City last week. It was a profound experience, and one that I would recommend to everyone.

You have to peer through wire fences to see what is in effect a building site, but a building site with a real sense of history. I thought that it was more like a monument.

There is a timeline, and several pictures of the aftermath which accurately capture the fear on the day and regret for those who died. There is no special lighting or any featuring, but none is needed, just standing there is enough if you remember the day. It is akin to remembering where you were when you heard that John F. Kennedy had died, (if you are my age!), an unforgettable moment in one's life.

Remembering the men, and women, who gave their lives that day in the line of duty makes one realise that life is precious and those who care for it, (whether firemen, doctors, nurses, or others), are what makes a natural society work. Without them, there could be no life saving. Think about it!

My thoughts were of the terror that people who were there must have experienced. To be high up in that building and not know if you would ever get down had to engender fear at a level that most humans would never experience. What of the people who jumped, what must they have felt that jumping from the 95th floor was better than waiting? The terror of those on the street when the building came down must have been equally horrendous.

I prayed for all those whose lives were lost that day, and that we may see peace. Justice with peace; is it too much to ask of humankind?

Peace,

Foster.